The old soldier was my grandfather's creature, I knew that already. But with Henemordonin gone, maybe the demon would listen to me. I held myself still in the large chair I had Jabuticabron bring into my quarters, mimicking my grandfather's throne-like presence in his office, hoping to intimidate or, at least, influence Rutorith's opinion enough to take my armed forces back.
He entered reluctantly, flanked by several guards, while Sequoia glared and Jabut flexed his giant muscles in fury. But it was Mabel who faced Rutorith down most effectively, silent and staring from her diamond eyes, and I copied her demeanor.
He must believe you care not for his standing, Ahbi sent. Who knows what your grandfather has told him to this point. Intimidation will not work with this demon. You must be fi
